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Aug 2019
This afternoon,
of soft spoken secrets.
This afternoon,
Of arms and tracing,
Stone white symmetry.

Small laughs,
under the quiet summer rain.
Burns a flame,
In my gut.
A Hopeless chorus,
bereft of prayers.
Shoot me down,
I come in peace.
Alexander Apollo Salazar
Written by
Alexander Apollo Salazar  26/M/Astoria, queens
(26/M/Astoria, queens)   
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